CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: CLEANSE ME (18+)

"Aiden..." she replied, leaning forward, desperate to capture his lips. But he pulled back, a teasing glint in his eyes, denying her just to watch her squirm.

She gasped as his hands slid lower, gripping her hips, her generous curves filling his palms. With a swift motion, he lifted her, a surprised squeak escaping her lips as he positioned her atop his folded legs, her thighs wrapping instinctively around his waist.

The moment she settled, she felt it—his hard, throbbing length pressing against her, a promise of what was to come.

Their lips crashed together, a collision of need and desperation. It was messy, primal, their tongues tangling, teeth grazing as they devoured each other. Three minutes passed in a blur of lust, their saliva mingling, dripping as they finally parted, breathless and wild-eyed.

"I was here to confess..." Aiden panted, his voice rough with desire. "...but..."

"But what...?" Amber challenged, her hands pushing him back until he lay flat on the mattress. She straddled him, her hips hovering above his, her patience frayed to nothing.

The foreplay was torture—she was in pain, a deep, aching need that had burned through her every night, a fire no amount of prayer could extinguish.

It wasn’t just her bloodline, that primal bunny instinct she’d learned to tame. No, this was him. Aiden had ignited something in her she couldn’t control, a blaze that consumed her reason, her mind, her state of being.

"I know how your confession goes..." she said, her voice low and knowing. She reached down, peeling off her drenched underwear, the fabric clinging to her skin before falling away.

The scent of her arousal filled the air, thick and heady, and Aiden’s eyes darkened as he took it in. Her fingers moved to his pants, tugging at the garment of his butler’s uniform—only half-changed, his white shirt clinging to his broad chest. As she pulled the fabric down, his erection sprang free, towering and unyielding.

Her eyes widened. It was bigger

than she remembered, thicker, pulsing with a heat that called to her.

Her hand wrapped around it, her grip barely able to encircle its girth. The heat of it seared her palm, and something in her mind snapped, her senses overwhelmed by his scent, now fully unleashed.

Her heart pounded as she began to stroke, slow at first, then faster, her movements driven by instinct. Aiden’s moan was a low rumble, fueling her desire.

"It’s a sin," she murmured, her lips brushing the tip, "carrying something this big." Her voice was reverent, almost worshipful.

"And it’s my responsibility... to cleanse it." She took him into her mouth, half his length filling her instantly, her tongue curling around the tip. The warmth, the taste—it was overwhelming, like a sacred act she was meant to perform.

She moved her head, taking him deeper, ignoring the strain in her jaw, the gag reflex that threatened to interrupt.

The sounds filled the room—her soft moans, the wet ’glok, glok, glok’ of her efforts, the ragged edge of Aiden’s breathing.

"Ohhh... yes..." he groaned, his hands tangling in her blonde hair, urging her on.

She glanced up, meeting his golden eyes, their lust mirroring her own. She pushed harder, faster, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, feeling the throb of his arousal, the tension building.

’Cum... cum for me, Aiden,’ she thought, her mind a chant of desperation.

"Ohh... ohh... ohhhhhhh!" Aiden’s grip tightened, his hips jerking as he pushed her head down, forcing her to take him fully. The release came in a torrent, a flood she swallowed greedily, some spilling from the corners of her mouth.

She drank it down, her body trembling with the act, as if it were a sacrament. Slowly, she pulled back, licking her lips, her eyes gleaming with triumph. His erection remained, unyielding, and her smile widened. She was far from done.

Her own arousal was a deluge, her thighs slick as she shifted, the mattress beneath her visibly wet. She rose, positioning herself above him, the tip of his length brushing her entrance.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself, taking him in, inch by inch, until her hips met his.

The fullness was overwhelming, her inner walls stretching to accommodate him.

"Ohhhhhh!!!!" she cried, her body convulsing as she came instantly, her nectar flooding around him. She froze, breathless, her body trembling from the sudden release.

But Aiden wasn’t satisfied. He needed more—all of her. He sat up, her legs curling around his waist as he held her close, his length still buried inside her.

[Emotion Amplification Activated ]

the ethereal interface shimmering in his mind.

[Target Acquired: Amber].

[Available Emotions: Lust, Love, Satisfaction.]

’Amplify all, everything,’he commanded silently, his mind consumed by lust. The effect was immediate—Amber’s body shuddered, the fire within her flaring brighter, hotter.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..." Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as Aiden began to move, his hips thrusting in time with the creaking bed.

[Ember: 63% 75%]

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythm of flesh and desire. He gripped her hips, guiding her, slamming her down harder, faster.

Her sensitivity, already heightened from her first climax, made every thrust a new wave of pleasure, unlike anything she’d ever felt. This was different, a transcendence she couldn’t name.

"Ohhh... yess... ohhhh..." she gasped, her voice breaking as Aiden tugged her hair, exposing her neck for his lips to claim. She moved with him, her hips rolling, chasing the pleasure that threatened to consume her. The bed groaned under their fervor, the room echoing with the sloppy, primal sounds of their union.

Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat!

Aiden felt her tightening again, her body signaling another climax. He shifted, pushing her back onto the mattress, taking control. Now above her, he had room to move, to claim.

His hands gripped her hips, her back, as he thrust deeper, harder.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sound was relentless, her nectar splashing with each movement. "Ohh... ohh... ahhhh... ahhh... yess... yes... Aiden... Aiden..." she moaned, her voice a litany of his name.

[Ember: 75% 92%]

Her fingers clawed at his back, leaving red trails as she arched into him, her body desperate for more.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave she couldn’t escape.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Ohhh... fuck... ohhh... fuck... fuck... I’m about to... I’m about toooo..." she cried, her voice breaking as her body convulsed again,

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" her climax crashing over her. Her legs tightened around his waist, her hands gripping his white hair as her eyes rolled back, her body flooding him with her release.

[Ember: 92% 100%]

Her strength gave out, her legs falling limp, her body collapsing onto the mattress with a soft plop. Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed, her body still trembling from the intensity.

"Aid...en," she whispered, her hand weakly reaching for his face, her voice fading, as the intense pleasure forcing her consciousness to slip away, her mind overwhelmed by the absolute wonder of an experience.

Aiden kissed her hand gently, placing it down with care. He withdrew slowly, the wet sound of their separation loud in the quiet room. His length was still hard, a testament to his own unspent desire.

"...Thank you, Amber," he murmured, covering her with the sheets as she drifted into a dream-filled sleep. He sighed, glancing at the clock. Fifteen minutes to eleven.

"...And I came here to heal," he muttered, a wry smile tugging at his lips. The weight of his purpose settled back onto his shoulders, the night’s indulgence a brief respite from the burdens he carried. "It’s time."